Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Scene 1 

The ducal messenger for whom we have taken on a bit of work has just caught up with us and delivered her message. We noticed that she had some nice, new bits of gear, and surmised that she’d gotten a nice bonus for recruiting us.

Anja the Fighter: There’s a dwarven armorsmith headed for [large, defensible town with a modern banking system] who’s got some really nice things.

Ducal Messenger: I rode past him on my way here. I’m planning to stop and see him when he gets to town.

Anja the Fighter: When you see him, give him my love.

Ducal Messenger: Um, I don’t do dwarves.

Constance the Half-Orc Monk: Size queen.

Scene II

Darya Quicksliver, “security testing specialist,” surveys the carnage at the roadblock the group has just destroyed. A huge wooden palisade burns in the background; dead ogres and hobgoblins are scattered in the foreground.

Darya: I’m going to put a coup de grace on everything that isn’t us. And go through their pockets.

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